I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

After Christmas, An Xiang's condition intensified and cancer cells spread rapidly to the stomach. Chemotherapy could no longer contain the condition. Eventually, the hospital issued a critical illness notification. This series of events was unpredictable.

Although An Xiang worked very hard to survive, the pain that increased day by day finally swallowed all her vitality away. Her body was so painful that she withered quickly like a flower that lacked water. An Xiang spent most of the time sleeping. Now, when you are awake, you will see the sky and the vast white snow covered by dark clouds through the window.

Compared with the cold winter days, An Xiang loves the spring when the grass grows and the warblers fly.

Ann wanted to close her eyes and coughed up a few strands of blood. Although she was deliberately suppressing it, she still attracted the attention of the man next to her.

"Think about it, is it uncomfortable?" He hasn't slept for a long time, his eyelids are covered with heavy bruises, his eyes are bloodshot, and the stubble under his lips has not had time to clean up.

An Xiang smiled at him, and sat up slowly supporting her body. She has been lying in bed for a month without moving, plus the devastation of the disease, it is reasonable to say that her limbs are weak, but for some reason, An wants to feel the power continuously pouring into her chest, all over her body.

Pei Yizhou hurriedly held her hand.

When I saw her hand, it was inevitable that I felt sore.

An Xiang is so thin that he can't see a human shape, his slender wrist seems to be broken with a pinch, his fingertips are cold, and the back of his hand is full of pinholes.

"I want to go for a walk."

Pei Yizhou glanced at Bai Xue outside the window, suddenly realized something, his eyes sank, and did not refuse: "Okay."

He pushed through the wheelchair, took An Xiang inside and out and took it downstairs with him. By the way, he contacted the assistant with his mobile phone and asked them to bring all the children.

It was early morning, it was snowing again, and there was no one on the floor.

The white snow covered the branches, the branches were overwhelmed, and the snow fell down.

The wheelchair rolled in the snow, and neither of them spoke, except for the creaking noise they made while walking.

Snow flakes fell on her shoulders, six-pointed snow petals dotted her hair, scarf, and curled eyelashes.

There is a shadow on the ground, only the shadow of the two of them.

"Just here." An Xiang's voice was soft and weak.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the artificial lake.

An wanted to look at the ice, slowly raising his hand to grab Pei Yizhou's cold fingers on his shoulders, "Pei Yizhou."

"Ok."

"Pei Yizhou."

"Ok."

She called again and again, and he responded again and again.

"I may be dying." Facing the impending death, An Xiang is more peaceful than anyone. She calmly accepted the departure that she was about to face.

Pei Yizhou's throat was blocked, his Adam's apple rolled, overflowing, "Yeah."

"...Can you take care of Mo Mo for me?"

"good."

"After I die, I don't need to specifically inform the outside world." An wanted to rub the water droplets on the eyelashes, and said slowly, "The urn requires crystals." She can't sleep on the crystal coffin when she is alive. , After all, the days of death can be long.

"By the way, I need to use my own money." An Xiang was very persistent about this, "Leave a part of the rest for Momo, and then donate a part of it."

We don't bring things like money when we are born, and we don't bring them with us when we die. Pei Yizhou will definitely not treat her son badly. His son's IQ will definitely make a big difference, and he doesn't need much money. Instead of keeping it, it is better to donate it to people in need.

"Pei Yizhou, you squat down."

Pei Yizhou walked up to her, squatting.

Men's eyebrows are outstanding, and they are more beautiful than snow.

An Xiang's heart was astringent. The transaction with the system changed her destiny and also changed the destiny of this man.

He could have met better.

An Xiang stretched out her hand and stroked her cheek close at hand, rubbing his eyebrows, his eyes, and his nose with her fingers, deeply wanting to engrave into his soul.

"Pei Yizhou, after I die, you can clear the memory about me."

Vampires have a long time, and even the blood family can hardly resist the death of relatives and friends and avoid their own loneliness. The blood family can choose to clear their memories once in a hundred years. Ann wanted to know that Pei Yizhou might not be able to do it, but still couldn't help but persuade.

Life is too long, and thinking is just torment day after day.

Pei Yizhou grabbed her fingers, took possession of her, and kissed her.

He held her face and said--

"As long as I remember, you will live." The man's eyes were full of entanglement.

Ann thought for a while and couldn't help smiling.

The smile made that pale cheek come alive.

An Xiang closed her eyes and gradually felt exhausted.

"Dong Pei, the young masters are here."

Pei Yizhou temporarily pressed the phone, "Let's go back."

Ann wanted to shake his head: "Let them come here."

Pei Yizhou didn't force it; "Okay." He turned to the assistant on the phone and said, "Bring them to Houhu."

Not long after the phone was hung up, the assistant brought a few children over.

They had just been woken up, still looking sleepy, only An Zimo had very clear eyes.

An Xiang first talked to the three brothers of the Pei family. In the past, he was exhausted after talking with people a few words, but today he is very energetic. Pei Chen is the oldest of the children, he faintly realizes something, his eyes are red, not letting tears fall.

After speaking, An wanted to focus on An Zimo, "Momo."

An Zimo pursed his lips and walked over step by step.

Pei Yizhou looked at the mother and the son, and the girl's glowing green soul light flickered, almost dimmed. His eyes were faint, he stuck Pei Chen's neck, pulled Pei Nuo and Pei Yan away, leaving alone time for the mother and son.

He found that he almost couldn't hear An Xiang's heart. Even if the volume was turned to the maximum, it was difficult to hear clearly. The feeling of ai made him extremely unhappy, and his face was as tight as ice.

"Mo Mo..." An Xiang was almost unable to hold it, his eyelids drooped and opened, and his lips were bruised with cold.

"You don't feel well, let's go back to the ward."

An Zimo wanted to push her back, but was blocked by An Xiang.

"Mo Mo, I don't want to go back. That ward is so small, I don't like it."

Too small, too small to breathe.

An Zimo originally wanted to say that I would change the size for you, but facing An Xiang's gradually diffusing pupils, he couldn't say anything.

"You... are you going to die?" An Zimo suddenly found that he couldn't accept death, and just uttering that sentence consumed all his energy. He was shaking, his whole body was cold, even his blood was cold.

An Xiang couldn't respond, all the pain was pulled away in an instant, and all emotions returned to peace. Her dim eyes gradually lit up, and An Xiang had a lot to say to her son. For example, telling him to eat well and stay healthy; tell him to be happy every day, try to get in touch with people, there are many, many, many, many...

But.

She couldn't tell.

"I heard." An Zimo stared at her, slowly grabbing her thin fingertips, "I heard..."

He heard it all, although faint, but he heard clearly.

His mother missed him and missed him.

An Zimo pursed his lips, suddenly feeling frightened, and his cold little hand tightened his thoughts.

An Xiang exhausted the last touch of strength and rubbed the top of his head, "Momo, don't be sad."

An Zimo's lips trembled.

Her voice was dry and her eyes drifted towards the night sky.

"People leave, but the stars fall in the night." Her eyelids were so heavy, she closed and couldn't open it anymore—

"Momo, stay alive."

An Xiang felt that she couldn't die in embarrassment, at least to make her son look happy when he thought of herself, so she raised her head, curled her lips, and finally burst into a smile at him.

In her pale life, the only thing she did not regret was the deal with the system, let alone giving birth to her.

Her son will one day become a more dazzling existence than the sun.

That smile is brighter than fireworks, and time freezes in an instant.

An Zimo couldn't hear anything.

Heartbeat, heartbeat, disappeared.

She likes spring, but died in the extremely cold winter.

An Zimo couldn't bear it, and backed two steps, staring blankly as the hand holding him dropped to the ground.

The sky and the earth were changing, he suddenly forgot time and everything, only the pain of bone erosion spread in his internal organs.

Pei Chen choked in the back, and the twins seemed to realize something and cried.

He was very quiet, his eyes fixedly looking at An Xiang in the wheelchair.

Pei Yizhou watched the light of the soul go out with his own eyes. He took off his coat and covered An Xiang. The girl's quiet face made his heart soft and the soul was stripped away.

After this winter, he will never see spring and summer again.

The people from the hospital came over quickly, An Zimo blankly watched them take her away, and witnessed several figures walking away, An Zimo suddenly grabbed Pei Yizhou.

He raised his head: "I am very uncomfortable here, am I going to die too."

At this moment, An Zimo's eyes were a little bit expectant.

Pei Yizhou's eyes dropped and saw him clutching the collar of his chest tightly.

An Zimo hurts very much. This feeling should be what others say, but he shouldn't.

He didn't feel pain, even if someone stuck a knife in it, it didn't matter. However, it was painful, and the heart seemed to be pulled left and right by an iron hand, swollen, painful, and difficult to breathe.

His breath was rapid and messy, he curled up, clutching his chest and fell into the snow.

"Zimo..." Pei Yizhou hurriedly hugged him in his arms.

"I also have a terminal illness." An Zimo's eyes were hollow, "Pei Yizhou, I also have a terminal illness."

Because he won't hurt.

Such symptoms are abnormal and very abnormal.

He will die, just like his mother.

Pei Yizhou hugged his thin body tightly, and spit out a few words from his throat with difficulty: "Mo Mo, cry out."

He doesn't cry, his heart hurts to death, even his breathing hurts.

An Zimo tugged at his clothes, and fell into a faint after tugging several times.

——Is he going to die too?

--mother.

An Zimo was in a coma for seven or eight days. While he was asleep, An Xiang had been buried. Pei Yizhou customized a crystal urn for her according to her request and was buried in the family cemetery in the back mountain of Pei's family.

Only a few acquaintances were invited to her funeral, and she didn't make any public announcements. Pei's family was low-key, An Xiang never showed her face, and even if she died, she was not reported widely.

All of An Xiang's relics were taken back to the main house of Pei's family, and were carefully sealed by Pei Yizhou in the basement study. An Zimo was naturally taken back to the main house for self-cultivation.

When he woke up, he didn't see anyone, didn't talk, didn't go mad, but was quiet, sitting all day.

The curtains in the bedroom were pulled tightly, and An Zi was playing with An Xiang's phone under the quilt.

[An Zimo: Mom. ]

[An Xiang: Er smash! ]

He played that voice numbly over and over again, listening to her calling his name like a child.

There are many things stored in the phone, and An Zimo spent one night watching all the videos. She celebrated that he entered elementary school, that he entered junior high school, entered high school, and entered university; she also celebrated that he found a girlfriend, and smiled and told him to treat his spouse better.

An Xiang is very distracted. The clothes, makeup and hair of each video are different. The only thing that doesn't change is her smile, which is stupid like a white rabbit and sunshine.

An Zimo curled up in the soft quilt pale, his heart started to hurt again, and he had to open his mouth to breathe.

There is one video left--

In the lens, An Xiang actually put on special effects aged makeup, which looked alike, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Momo, you should be a celebrity now. Mom is old. You can't go on with you anymore. You have to take care of yourself and your family. You can't bully your father anymore, because your mother really likes him."

He smiled and his heart was involved again.

An Zimo bit the tip of his tongue and kept bleeding.

"Mo Mo, although you will definitely call me numb. But..." She smiled and said, "Mom loves you."

An Zimo gently rubbed the cold lens, opened his mouth, and made a faint voice: "Me too."

But what to do.

When he first learned to love, he lost the one he loved most.

An Zimo put the phone in his heart, closed his eyes, and his body shrouded in darkness was lonely and thin.

***

An Zimo's next situation is even worse.

He couldn't eat, he couldn't concentrate, and the whole world shrank into that phone. Pei Yizhou invited the psychologist again, and he accepted the examination obediently, but because of too much cooperation, it was difficult for the psychologist to start.

Pei Yizhou wanted to take An Zimo to the cemetery. He didn't go, but just wanted to stay in the room.

"Zimo, cry out."

An Zimo didn't cry, holding his small cell phone with a heavy face.

The phone screen saver used An Xiang's photo. He suddenly remembered that Christmas Eve when he refused to take a photo with his mother.

He suddenly realized... he had never taken a picture with his mother.

An Zimo's hollow gaze had a hint of glamour, and he pulled out the small box and rummaged wildly, finally finding a photo album below.

"Zimo..."

An Zimo ignored Pei Yizhou, used scissors to cut out his own photos, cut out An Xiang's photos, and used glue to force them together.

The smile of An Xiang in the photo is as bright as the sun, which is completely different from the fierce one.

An Zimo blinked, pressing the photo on her chest like a baby.

The dull heart eased instantly, and he climbed into bed and fell asleep peacefully.

Looking at his son's pale face, Pei Yizhou sighed and left the room. He decided to find a friend again and ask him for help.

An Zimo began to have nightmares again. There were past lives and present lives in his dreams, and the truth was not true.

Finally he saw An Xiang.

His mother shrank in the corner, and the men around her kicked and beat her. She was powerless to resist and passively endured it like Yangyang.

An Zimo woke up instantly, sweat on his back and forehead.

He suddenly realized that his mother needed protection.

Need protection...

She needs him.

It was cold and cold underground. She was clumsy and knew nothing. She would definitely be bullied or cry by herself in hiding.

She was useless except for making milk tea and drawing little people, and she couldn't live without his care.

An Zimo turned over and got out of the bed, staggered through the drawer to find a sharpened pencil, he held the pencil and went to the bathroom, stepping on the stool to look at himself in the mirror.

He was expressionless, unbuttoning the buttons one by one, slowly rubbing his fingers across his neck, and finally found the position of the carotid artery accurately...